"Ah?"

"I said, hug me."

Wen Huai's face turned completely red in an instant.

He knelt down, not daring to look at me, "M-Master, let's do the horse stance!"

Ha, a guy with a guilty conscience but no guts.

"Just this once, okay? If you miss this opportunity, you won't have it again." I squatted down, lifting his chin.

Little did I know, this kid really couldn't take a hint. With a loud "clang," he knocked me out with the hilt of his sword.

I lay in bed, vaguely hearing Wen Huai and Chang An talking.

"Senior Brother, I'm telling you, Master might have been possessed by a pervert!"

"Don't disturb me, Junior Brother. Stop making a fuss. Didn't I tell you? Master is one of the Five Great Immortal Masters. It's not so easy for a ghost to possess him."

"But... but she asked me to hug her!"

"Stop making a fuss. Are you dreaming? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm telling the truth."

"I'm telling the truth, too."

Meanwhile, I was like: "..."

What should I do? Should I continue playing dead?

It doesn't seem like a good idea to wake up now...

After pretending to be dead for a while, I opened my eyes and found myself staring into Wen Huai's innocent gaze.

I was scared out of my wits and blurted out, "Holy shit!"

"Master, what does 'holy shit' mean?"

"Why are you so close to me?" I scolded him.

"Disciple wants to wipe Master's sweat." Wen Huai looked at me innocently.

I coughed twice and fooled Wen Huai, ready to get down to business.

We found the shopkeeper and went straight to the point, asking, "Mr. Wu, do you have any impression of the old mansion in the southern outskirts of the city?"

"The old mansion?" The shopkeeper tried to remember, and then seemed to recall something. He hurriedly said, "Are you referring to Mr. Wang's mansion?"

"The Mr. Wang you mentioned..." Chang An hesitated.

"In the southern outskirts, I do recognize one. It's Mr. Wang's mansion. I heard that twenty years ago, Guiyang Town was under the jurisdiction of that Mr. Wang. It's a small place, all managed by the landlords. But later, I don't know what happened, and it fell into disuse, and no one knows what became of him. I heard..."

The shopkeeper spoke, furrowing his brows. He found it both unbelievable and somewhat frightening. He swallowed hard, his eyes panicked and nervous, but as he looked at us, he gradually regained his composure. "I heard that the mansion is haunted..."